The Cure For Modern Madness
Without a cure for modern madness,
the world just melts away;
Innocents are slaughtered in the name of God,
while tender hearts rot and decay.
Rich men point fingers to boost the hate,
some payoff is their prize;
Lies are spun by corrupt Governments,
and another homeless child dies.
Protests are now laughed at,
or they gun them down in shame;
Some claim to know a better way,
but God doesn't know their name.
The cure for modern madness,
lives deep within our hearts;
To understand the reason we were created,
and step up and do our part.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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